"That seems reasonable," he offered in response to Balfour's advice.  "If they ever get to the point of wanting to be completely independent, I have about twenty thousand acres down in the Black Forest that I've been putting magical protections around.  And, if you ever have others that are in similar need of a place - it's always available."  It wasn't really necessary to admit he had just finished rebuilding a gothic-era castle. 

His fingertips lightly brushed along the unicorn's cheek, following the grain of her hair.  For a moment, despite having been around horses since before he could walk, his confidence faltered and he hesitated to put any real conviction or pressure behind his touch.  They weren't horses.  He, of course, knew that.  Even more so ...

In one way or another, this - touching a unicorn - had been a dream of his since as long as he could remember.  That had been true since the first time he'd heard of them as a child, despite convincing himself such a thing was impossible since they obviously didn't exist.  Even after he'd arrived at Hogwarts and had seen them, from a distance, for the first time - he'd learned to accept it was an unobtainable dream; he was in possession of one too many "Y" chromosomes. 

But, now, here stood a living, breathing unicorn, just beneath his trembling fingertips.  And, it was the most awe-inspiring moment he could remember.  "Can it truly be?  Where have you been?" he murmured, quietly, under his breath, reciting the moment when Molly first meets the unicorn in The Last Unicorn. 

"Goldilocks and the three beauties."

Blushing brightly (again!), Sasha glanced up at Abby and chuckled, just as the unicorn impatiently pressed her head against his head.  "I hope that isn't a commentary on my general pickiness," he countered as he committed to giving the animal a firm, more proper head scratch. 

Of course, naming them had the potential of being a rather tall order.  He glanced over his shoulder at Abby's touch and grinned as she crossed over to Balfour.  It was, really, all too easy to picture Abby supplying the unicorns with wonderfully saccharine nicknames.  "What about Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion?" he asked, with a cheeky grin - not sure, himself, if he was being serious. 

He turned his attention back to Balfour and Abby as conversation turned to family news, though he stayed close to the unicorns. 

"Did you?" He asked, glancing between Abby as he stitched various bits of information together.  "Hex him, I mean?  Or was that -"  He had a suspicion that Abby's 'babysitting' from the day before had had something to do with the recounting being about intentions rather than actions.  "He would have deserved it, either way.  You'd think reporters could find more ethical and important things to write about." 

It was a little strange to be regaled with tales from the hallowed halls of Hogwarts as an adult and, officially, an outsider.  But, despite now being a supposed neutral observer, he couldn't help offer Sulwen some unnecessary defense.  "Well, a single hug can have a big impact on one's reputation," he offered, with a slight shrug and a grin.  "Especially when you're first finding your place.  It's ... first year is complicated."